Seeing a large group of people menacingly surrounding them, Luo Xiu instinctively stood up and grabbed Lin Xiyue's hand, pulling her behind him.
But they both seemed to realize something an instant later, simultaneously snatching their hands back as if electrocuted and exchanging an awkward glance.
"Luo Xiu, is my son Cao Hong's death related to you?!" Cao Ende demanded, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Luo Xiu.
Luo Xiu smiled faintly, his gaze sweeping over the men in suits. He retorted, "You've already brought all these people here with murderous intent. Is there any point in asking?"
Cao Ende gritted his teeth. "Then tonight is the night you die!"
"Next year, on the Qingming Festival, you should be the one burning incense for your son," Luo Xiu said with a smile.
His words struck Cao Ende right where it hurt most.
Cao Ende suddenly let out a vicious laugh. "No, I've suddenly changed my mind."
"Decided to go down and keep your son company?" Luo Xiu asked.
